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I Burn Bright And Leave Only Ashes

I Burn Bright And Leave Only Ashes

Rikaleeta

It was a breezy late spring afternoon, one of those ones where there's just the right mixture of breeze and sun to feel pleasantly warm. To most of Amity Park, it seemed like a perfectly normal Sunday- kids laughing as they played on neighborhood streets, sleepy townsfolk coming home after church and lunch, and high schoolers hurriedly trying to do the homework they'd been procrastinating on all weekend.

But today was anything but normal for a certain flame- haired ghost.

Ember touched down on the ground on the sidewalk on the outskirts of the city. In front of her was the remains of a building, too charred to recognize the purpose it had had when it was whole. Rumor was around Amity Park that someone had died in the fire that burned it down. They all joked about how no one had cleared the remains, but in a town known for its hauntedness, no one much liked to tempt fate (or ghosts). They left it alone for fear that if they didn't, they would bring a ghost's wrath upon them.

Ember tried- and failed- not to stiffen as she felt a very familiar presence alight on the ground beside her. "What, feeling remorse about an old conquest?" He quipped.

Ember said nothing. She couldn't do this. Not today.

The ghost beside her sighed, and she felt his demeanor soften. Only a bit, but it did, and she felt herself relax a bit with it. "Sorry." His voice was soft, as if trying not to spook her. "I don't know where that came from."

She looked over. Danny Phantom was looking back at her, his face full of concern. She searched his face, but she couldn't find any malicious intent. She just shook her head and turned her attention back to the building. "I will be." Her voice was softer than she intended for it to be.

For a moment, Phantom said nothing. Ember wondered briefly if he'd flown away, back to wherever he hung around until one of them attacked. She was almost startled when he spoke again.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

She opened her mouth to tell him to fuck off, that no, she did not want to talk about it, and to mind his own business. But she paused before she could, biting her lip instead. "I don't know."

She felt a tentative hand land on her shoulder. It gave a gentle squeeze. When she looked back at Phantom, he was staring right into her eyes. "It's ok, Ember. I'm not gonna judge you for anything. Whatever happened here... you can tell me."

Ember felt her mouth open, watched her gaze return to the building's remains, heard a sigh escape her lips. She felt disconnected from her body, no longer in control. When she started talking again, it was like watching as a third person. "This... this is where I died."

Phantom said nothing, and out the corner of her eye, she saw him watch her with a gentle gaze. He didn't ask she continue. He didn't say anything. He just... listened. It was kind of nice.

She bit her lip and continued. "I, uh. I've never told anyone the full story. And, I swear to the Ancients, if you ever tell anyone what I'm about to tell you, I'll kill you again. Understood?"

Phantom actually chuckled, holding up his hands in surrender. "I swear, I won't tell anyone." A small smile quirked at his lips. "Ya know, you remind me a lot of Sam."